Death Wish
By Yutka
Mon, 08 Aug 2005
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You promise silence after life's long race
unless you strike before, carry away
your booty noisily after a chase
or be it, someone leaves one autumn day
to choose the only and the lonely way
that as he knows, will lead him to your base.
The roads are never emptying of those
who long for peace like searching for a rose
that flowers only once a century.
They, endlessly in rows, are following close
your lead to quietness, your eternity.
I saw their tracks, winds blowing through their coats
giving them wings, majestic sailing boats,
but when they landed, everything was still
and when they lay, a silence, to fulfil
your promise with a quiver in their throats.
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